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Sibling Talk

"You know, you're lucky that she hasn't done worse than ground you."

"I know. I mean, now I just get to sit in my room and dress myself up. A dark blue would look really good with your wings, by the way."

"No thanks. I don't really care about clothes. I'm fine with my slogan shirts."

" 'Don't interupt me while I'm ignoring you?' Nice. Can I borrow it sometime?"

"Nope. That's what you get for being a tall freak. You'd stretch it."

"Nah. It'd look cute all tight and stuff. Like a pop star!"

"If you turn into a whore, you'll break your mother's heart."

"She has a heart?"

"Har, Har. Very funny. She's human, after all."

"Human? So, what are you, then?"

"Complicated, stupid."

"Don't call me stupid!"

"I thought it was 'ugly' you didn't like?"

"Say that again and I'll gut you like a fish."

"Har, Har. I'd have you unconsious by the time you took three steps. I use these chains with deadly accuracy."

"Yeah, right, shorty."

"Say that again and I'll crush your skull."

"Yeah, right."

"I did it to Bob once."

"Well, that's not hard, from what I've heard."

"Jeane's crushed his skull once. With a shoe."

"Wow! What kind?"

"Her green stilletoes."

"Oooh. If her feet are ever the same size as mine, those shoes are so totally going in my cloest."

"I like her black boots, myself. All piratey."

"They'd make you taller."

"And those sparkles would make you less ugly."

Finally, a pause. The two 'sisters' looked at each other.

"You're not as bad as you used to be."

"You know, I was thinking the same thing."

October 6th:

Once great, awesome, wonderfull thing about having your own room? Quiet. If I want to, I can read. I can nap, or just talk to myself. I do miss Conan at night, but I can usually find him during the day in the library, or hearting over his Kiri.

Bob's missing. Pepito just randomly showed up with her skullmonkey and her demon baby, bawling. They got into a spat, and he just disapeared. Jeane's worried a lot. I'm worried, because Pep told me the full story. Poor guy seems to have a really ******** up life.

She's recovering, at least, enough to screw up my life. Keeps saying: "Rene, you need to get out of the house more!" I shudder in fear. She's talking about enrolling me in a pottery class. Lovley.

Drum Lesson

Late entry: Supposed date is October 16th.

"I hate you, you do know this?" Rene asked up to Pepito, glaring at the one-eyed demon.

"Oh, come on Rene! I know you'll love this class!"

"Oooh, like you said I'd just looooove pottery?" The fallen angel said, glaring up at Pepito.

"Well, if you'd take those chains off-"

"I'd climb up your hair and strangle you with them. So be glad they're on."

"You used to be so nice, Rene. What happened?" Pep sighed.

"I got tired of taking s**t from people."

"Don't tell me you talk around Jeane like that."

"Who do you think I learned it from?"

"Ah. Right." Pep sighed as they walked up to the door. She opened it and very badly played music poured out. Rene gritted her teeth and glared at the band Director.

"Oh, Hi there! You must be Pep and Rene!" The man said, grinning. "Well, this is the class, Say 'Hi', Everyone!"

The class yelled down random things to the two females. Rene gritted her teeth harder.

"So, what did Rene want to play?" The director asked Pep.

"I think tru-"

"I play drums, or I'm walking out right now."

"Uh, she'll play the drums." Pep finished weakly.

Rene was ushered up to where the rest of the drum players were. Some of them gave her odd looks, but quickly stopped after she started playing. Rene had allways had some sort of rapport with music. Even though she had refused to sing after getting sent down, she still carried her talent. One she figured out how to hold the sticks properly her talent came out, keeping her right where she should be in the music.

After class, the Director expressed that he'd be glad if Rene stayed on full time. Rene grunted and headed out of class, still holding the drum sticks.

"Well, Rene?" Pepito asked as they started home.

". . . Shut up."

"You liked it, didn't you?" Pepito sounded delighted.

"Whatever."

Eyeing Dhee thoughfully, Rene began her plan. "Oh, Daddy?" She called, voice sugar sweet. The dragon looked up at her, his eyes huge.

"Don't you start on me now." He warned. Rene batted her eyelashes.

"I made a friend." She said, drawling all her words slightly.

"That's nice." He said, still wary.

"And, see, it's getting near halloween. And he needs a gu-"

"I'm not buying you a gun."

"But Daaaadddeeee!" She cried, clinging to his arm. "It's not for me! It's for Ellic!"

"Oh, really?"

"Here!" She handed him Ellic's address, having allready made herself a copy. "Just buy him a mini-machine gun thing and send it to him."

"What makes you think I'd do something like that?" Dhee asked, amused. Rene smirked at him and opened her mouth, taking a deep breath.

"You wouldn't!" His eyes widened.

She started to scream.

Well, I got Dhee to get Ellic the gun. It's sad because I can't get one, but beggars can't be choosers. Maybe for my birthday.

Ellic was nice. I rather liked him. He was easy to talk to and wasn't inquestitive. I ended up telling him about me before he could ask. Just having someone say that my name was nice struck a chord in me.

Maybe making friends is okay.

Rene's thoughts on Klaus

Daisuke smiled a most wicked smile. He perched on Jeane's shoulder as the very pregnant woman glared at the door in front of her.

"No." The inhabitant within called.

"Rene, come out." Jeane replied, knocking on the door with a glare.

"No."

"It's your birthday. You're eating cake and you are going to smile for everyone, goddamnit."

"You can't make me."

"You wanna bet?" Jeane challanged, nodding to Daisuke. The Reliquiant dropped down to her door handle and messed with it. After jimmying it for a few moments, it popped open. Jeane plucked him up and entered.

Rene had chained herself to her bed. She smiled smugly.

"I hate you." The angel growled later. Gathered around her were all of her family members, in her room. Jeane smiled just as smugly as Rene had. "Happy birthday, brat."

Daisuke hummed happily. He'd gotten her revenge.

-He needed to be somewhere other than at home, just for a while.. Just for a little while. Just to avoid the awkward glances from Louis and, of course, the slight concern of Kioshi and Kit. He wouldn't talk about the night, and he certainly would not cry. There was no reason to cry.. So Louis was afraid to look at him and so he kept getting pelted with the question 'You okay?'.. Niether thing was reason enough to break down.

A sigh was emitted as everything began to process through Kouji's mind. Suddenly he was pleased with his decision to rush out the door and run away. Of course he was not really running away. He wasn't that afraid of his family. His knees were brought up to his chest and his arms wrapped about them to hold them tight as he pushed himself closer to the corner. In a way he wished he'd brought his sketch book and a pencil.. Had he done that then all of the thoughts rushing through him would have remainded dorment for a long while, which would have suited Kouji just fine! He would have rather had the thoughts never appeared. His knees were brought closer to his chest. Tired.. He felt tired.. But he couldn't sleep. No sleep. No sleep ever again. -

"Aaaaarhg." The fowl tempered angel stalked into the room, left eye twitching slightly. Family, Christmas, Chaya, blah. T'was the most wonderful time of the year, and Rene wanted to maul something. At least she was out of the house.

She slowed slightly at the sight of the angel in the corner. He didn't look in too good of shape, from the dark circles under his eyes to the bone wings. Rene approached him slowly, crouched down to be at eye level, and arranged her chains around her. "Hey." She called, peering at him.

-Kouji had been in the midst of berating himself for not thinking ahead when he'd left when the newcomer approched and spoke. Her voice caught his attention almost instantly. Both eyes franticly flickered up just to see who it was. Fortunatly, no one he knew personally.. Not that he knew anyone personally. He hardly talked, he hardly went out.. A brief moment passed and he calmed himself down a little.- "H..Hey." -He murmured before clearing his throat. His voice was rather hushed, although it was easy to hear.-

Whomever this guy was, he didn't exactly look like the kind of guy that was touchy feely. Most people would have placed a hand on his shoulder and offered a kind word, but Rene wasn't exactly touchy feely herself. Instead, she sat on the floor and looked up at him.

"Hmm." Looking him up and down, she settled back on his face. "Damn. You look like death warmed over." Not exactly the nicest thing to say. "I'm Rene, if you care to know."

-Kouji's eyebrows were knitted together at the comment. That seemed like a delightful thing to say. How he would have adored blurting out that he was.. He licked his lower lip and turned his head away slightly. He did not want to look into the eyes of another. Not at that moment.- "Wish I were warm.. I feel cold." -He stated weakly.- "Kouji.. My name is Kouji..." -The name was spoken with ease. As soon as each syllable had escaped his throat he released his knees and shifted so that he were sitting cross legged. Both hands were rested within his lap.-

No matter how much she pretended to be a cool, caculating person, Rene still had a soft spot for some people. When someone looked sad and tired, like Kouji was doing a very good job of, it made her 'Big Sister' mode kick in. Stripping off her coat, she laid it on Kouji's shoulders.

"You look more tired than cold, Kouji." She said gruffly.

-The gesture caused Kouji's eyebrows to unfurrow and raise. He did not question it, though. Indeed, he was cold! And something over him made him feel at least a little warmer than he had felt before. One set of thin fingers traveled the distance from his lap to shoulder to further pull the coat around him.- "Thank you." -He cleared his throat and told himself to give her a smile, at least a half one. The ends of his lips twitched and flipped up for a moment before they pulled back down.- "I'm not tired at all.. What makes you say I look it?"

She waved her hand at the thanks, but she did smile a tad. "Your eyes." She said, tilting her head to one side as if trying to get a better look at them. "You look. . . Unhappy, at least. And you just look tired."

-He supposed it did seem rather obvious that he wasn't in the best of shape. He knew his eyes displayed much, particularly fatigue. The eyelids were heavy and he did have a little difficulty keeping them open. Occasionaly they would droop, but he'd always catch it and force them to stay up. Kouji began to straighten himself a little more.- "You're observant." -He did not speak in a sarcastic nor crude manner, but rather a factual one.- "Can't say I'm in the best of moods. But it'll pass.. It's suppose to pass, right?" -His frown augmented.- "You... Said your name was Rene?"

Rene smirked slightly for a moment, but it faded. "Well, I do try." She reached up to ruffle her hair and eye the boy again.

"They do, sometimes. Just gotta ride 'em out and be strong."

-A light laugh was given. Ride it out and stay strong. That was a good way to think of things, certainly.But remaining strong was difficult. Even those that seem invincible crumble if circumstances become too difficult.- "Yeah?" -He set both of his hands on his head to smooth back his bangs. For a second or so his eyes fluttered shut. but, like a deer that had just heard a car horn, they reopened and he went to rubbing them to ensure they would not again slide shut.- "Make sense... Unfortunatly, even the strong sometimes fall. And usually they're the ones to get hurt." -His task of rubbing away at his eyes was completed. Once more his hands were carefully positioned on his lap. The motion had caused the coat to slide a tid-bit away from where it had been before on Kouji. He'd needed to move once more to set it further on his shoulders to prevent it from falling and hitting the floor.-

Carefully, Rene reached around Kouji and tugged the jacket up over his shoulders. Giving it a pat once it was there, she pulled back and rested her hands in her lap.

"Then you have to make sure you have some one to land on if you do fall." She smiled at him slightly. "Even if you fall back, as long as someone's there to catch you, it doesn't hurt as bad."

-Talking felt a little odd. He did not know the girl at all. He'd learned her name hardly a while ago and there he was, chattering like a gossiping school girl. The comparison gave Kouji perhaps one of the worst thoughts he'd ever had about himself. He? A gossiping school girl? That was an awkward idea. Sluggishly he turned his head so that he could see the girl clearly with his eyes. The dark circles resting beneath the optics made them seem as if they were far back in his head. Another tug was felt on the corners of his mouth. He gave an askew, disfigured, smile to the girl before stirring so that he could stand up. His legs were begining to fall asleep from the sitting. Fingers were latched onto the jacket so to keep it positioned where he wished it to be.- "That's.. A good way of looking at things." -He stated calmly. It was truth. If there was someone to catch you, someone to help you fight off what was wrong then things never were too bad. That was how the movies went on television so that was how things had to be in reality.- "You sound like a philisophical genius." -A light chuckle was given.- "So.." -He cleared his throat and tried to stand straight. However, he couldn't do it. His body just seemed to clouch foward a little.- "What..Brings you here? I mean.. Not.. Here, but.." -He thought.- "Why'd you come to talk to me?"

Smiling a slightly twisted smile, Rene also stood. "I'm a bit older than I look, you see. I come off sounding like an old maid a lot of the time." She dusted her knees off and stretched a bit.

"Oh, I came up here to escape my family. They were being too cheery about the season and got mad at me, so I high-tailed it out of there. Guess were were just lucky to meet here."

"That's a good thing." -Kouji tried to keep his smile alive. It was withering away, threatening to perish like a rare wilting flower.- "I have a brother who happens to be a little.. Like that. Sometimes I swear he's an old man in a child body." -He shook his head to himself. In the midst of shaking his head he paused so to gawk at the girl once again. The holidays were intended to be a season of good will and cheer.. How could one be too cheery about the holidays? He didn't question it. He simply delivered a nod and an 'I see'.- "I suppose fate felt like being nice.." -Quickly his gaze was shifted to his bare feet. He truly needed to start wearing shoes.- "Do you come here often?"

"My brother, Conan, used to be like that. Started talking before he could walk, watched PBS before cartoons. He's grown into his body now."

Rene did snort slightly. "I'm sure my family wouldn't agree with you. They'd be saying, 'Poor Kouji, having to deal with our Rene!' " She rolled her eyes at this, mimicking the voice of a somewhat whiny girl. "And I don't come up here nearly as much as I should. I usually just stay out in my room, listening to music."

-Music? Kouji took a step away from where he'd been standing, feeling the burning need to move just a little bit. He had to think to himself as she spoke that the girl amused him and entertained him more than even his sketch book did. Her immatation of a complaining female had slightly delighted him, although it had created no form of childish ecstasy.- "Well that gives us one thing in common.. Can't say I'm here too often either. I.. usually stay at home in the basement." -He wrinkled his nose at how awkward that sounded.- "It's.. Where my stuff is, anyway. My paint. I paint." -He blurted out to recover from his comment on the basement. His statement about painting only furthered his desire to retract what he'd suddenly said. He hardly told anyone he painted. He often said he drew, but rarely did he mention the paint.-

"Unfortunatly, one of my siblings has learned how to unlock doors, and now I can't hide there. The basement is where my uncle lives when he gets into a fight with his girlfriend."

"Oh, you paint?" Her eyebrows raised slightly and she smiled. "Impressive. I'm not good at art, myself. Since I'm not too good at it, I don't really enjoy it. I love looking at the finished product, though."

-Kouji gave a brief nod. It was unfortunate not to have the basement to one's self. The basement.. Was a wonderful place, at least from his point of view. Hardly anyone hiked down the stairs and into the room, it was extremely quiet, so quiet one could hear the very beat of thier heart.- "Fortunatly, I don't have an uncle. Basement's mine for the taking." -He sounded content with that fact. His own little room outside of his bedroom.. A light red tint managed it's way onto his face. After a brief second it began to fade away, though. He had no meant to mention anything like that. But it was out in the open now, there was nothing he could do about it.- "Yes, I paint." -He cleared his throat. He knew he certainly did not appear to be the artsy type.- "It's.. Calming, I guess. Easy to get lost in colors and brushes." -His fingers tightened on the girl's jacket about his shoulders.- "It's always intresting to see finished products.. Of anything."

"I feel the same way when I practice drums. I can just give myself up to the beat and everything else fades from reality. It's nice to have something to retreat into."

She sighed, looking up at a clock. "I'd best be heading out. Jeane'll be pissed if I dissapear for too awful long." Not bothering to take her coat back, she waved at him. "Hope to see you again, Kouji. It's been nice." She walked from the room and headed off.

-It had taken Kouji a good while after the girl had left to realize he still posessed her coat. At first he had pondered running out to try and catch her, but something had stopped him from taking that route. A quick glance had been given to the clock to catch the time. It did seem to be getting fairly late. He had a slight feeling Kit was nervous about Kouji's sudden departure in the midst a meal. A sigh was given. He'd best get home himself, he supposed. With his fingers clinging to the jacket to hold it in place Kouji slipped out of the center and headed off down the road to return home.-